By the time you leave
  I'll be saving all my green
  For a homebound train to carry me
  On old familiar steam.
  
  I wish you'd hurry up,
  And leave or come around.
  Well the moon is waning hard tonight.
  I 'm leaving my home town.
  
  And the train rolls on with no pilot.
  And the station's left me I know.
  But if you should happen to find it,
  Please bring it home, bring it home.
  
  I traded all my stops
  For a pillow made of rails.
  In an empty room I listen to
  The lonely whistle wails.
  
  I woke up to feet,
  That I took to be your shoes,
  And the train lay tracks that deafened me,
  Shook my insides loose.
  
  And the train rolls on with no pilot,
  And the station's left me I know.
  But if you should happen to find it,
  Please bring it home, bring it home.
  
  And the point of all this living,
  Is the dying still to come.
  And I could be forgiven,
  But I just won't, I just won't.
  (Cool Don Walser yodel & fade out)